The Lightning Thief

All magic items are allowed. The banner must be prominently displayed, and have no more than two guards. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged. No killing or maiming is allowed. I will serve as referee and battlefield medic. Arm yourselves!”
    He spread his hands, and the tables were suddenly covered with equipment: helmets, bronze swords, spears, oxhide shields coated in metal.
    “Whoa,” I said. “We’re really supposed to use these?”
    Luke looked at me as if I were crazy. “Unless you want to get skewered by your friends in cabin five. Here—Chiron thought these would fit. You’ll be on border patrol.”
    My shield was the size of an NBA backboard, with a big caduceus in the middle. It weighed about a million pounds. I could have snowboarded on it fine, but I hoped nobody seriously expected me to run fast. My helmet, like all the helmets on Athena’s side, had a blue horsehair plume on top. Ares and their allies had red plumes.
    Annabeth yelled, “Blue team, forward!”
    We cheered and shook our swords and followed her down the path to the south woods. The red team yelled taunts at us as they headed off toward the north.
    I managed to catch up with Annabeth without tripping over my equipment. “Hey.”
    She kept marching.
    “So what’s the plan?” I asked. “Got any magic items you can loan me?”
    Her hand drifted toward her pocket, as if she were afraid I’d stolen something.
    “Just watch Clarisse’s spear,” she said. “You don’t want that thing touching you. Otherwise, don’t worry. We’ll take the banner from Ares. Has Luke given you your job?”
    “Border patrol, whatever that means.”
    “It’s easy. Stand by the creek, keep the reds away. Leave the rest to me. Athena always has a plan.”
    She pushed ahead, leaving me in the dust.
    “Okay,” I mumbled. “Glad you wanted me on your team.”
    It was a warm, sticky night. The woods were dark, with fireflies popping in and out of view. Annabeth stationed me next to a little creek that gurgled over some rocks, then she and the rest of the team scattered into the trees.
    Standing there alone, with my big blue-feathered helmet and my huge shield, I felt like an idiot. The bronze sword, like all the swords I’d tried so far, seemed balanced wrong. The leather grip pulled on my hand like a bowling ball.
    There was no way anybody would actually attack me, would they? I mean, Olympus had to have liability issues, right?
    Far away, the conch horn blew. I heard whoops and yells in the woods, the clanking of metal, kids fighting. A blue-plumed ally from Apollo raced past me like a deer, leaped through the creek, and disappeared into enemy territory.
    Great, I thought. I’ll miss all the fun, as usual.
    Then I heard a sound that sent a chill up my spine, a low canine growl, somewhere close by.
    I raised my shield instinctively; I had the feeling something was stalking me.
    Then the growling stopped. I felt the presence retreating.
    On the other side of the creek, the underbrush exploded. Five Ares warriors came yelling and screaming out of the dark.
    “Cream the punk!” Clarisse screamed.
    Her ugly pig eyes glared through the slits of her helmet. She brandished a five-foot-long spear, its barbed metal tip flickering with red light. Her siblings had only the standard-issue bronze swords—not that that made me feel any better.
    They charged across the stream. There was no help in sight. I could run. Or I could defend myself against half the Ares cabin.
    I managed to sidestep the first kid’s swing, but these guys were not as stupid the Minotaur. They surrounded me, and Clarisse thrust at me with her spear. My shield deflected the point, but I felt a painful tingling all over my body. My hair stood on end. My shield arm went numb, and the air burned.
    Electricity. Her stupid spear was electric. I fell back.
    Another Ares guy slammed me in the chest with the butt of his sword and I hit the dirt.
    They could’ve kicked me into jelly, but they were too busy laughing.
    “Give him a haircut,” Clarisse said. “Grab his hair.”
    I managed to get to my feet. I raised my sword, but Clarisse slammed it aside with her spear as sparks flew. Now both my arms felt numb.
    “Oh, wow,” Clarisse said. “I’m scared of this guy. Really scared.”
    “The flag is that way,” I told her. I wanted to sound angry, but I was afraid it didn’t come out that way.
    “Yeah,” one of her siblings said. “But see, we don’t care